Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8DQ8VW6JK4EJ40TV9FCWC

Molly adjusted her ski mask and grinned at Bill, who was already picking the lock on the back gate of the Bright Spark Kids’ Party Palace. "Alright, Bill, you got the lock, I got the *vision*," she whispered, tapping her temple. "We’re not just stealing presents—we’re stealing *joy*. The pure, unadulterated joy of a five-year-old who just got a toy dinosaur and immediately loses it in the sandbox." Bill glanced up, lock finally clicking. "You realize we’re breaking into a *children’s party*, right? There’s gonna be balloons, face paint, and some poor kid’s mom who’s gonna scream when she sees us." "Exactly! Chaos is our ally. You handle the presents, I’ll handle the *distractions*." Molly pulled a bag of candy from her pocket. "Step one: bribe the birthday boy with enough sugar to put him in a coma. Step two: when he’s out cold, we swap his presents with *our* presents." Bill frowned. "Our presents?" "Yeah, the ones we *made*." She held up a shoebox. Inside was a single, poorly wrapped brick labeled *"World’s Okayest Lego Set (Probably)."* "Kid’s gonna love it. Also, we’re leaving a note." Bill groaned. "What does it say?" Molly smirked. "‘Happy Birthday! Love, Santa. (P.S. Your presents are now *mine*.)’" Bill sighed. "We’re gonna get caught." "Nah," Molly said, tossing him a second ski mask. "We’re gonna get *remembered*."